I arrived at 10:00 p.m., rang the buzzer and was promptly let up to the
third floor of the condominium where Barb was waiting in her bathrobe. She
introduced herself and we walked down the hall to her condo. The door was open and
she closed and locked it behind us.
Barb is 47 years old, 5'8 and 190 pounds while I am 47 years old, 5'10” and
170 pounds. As it turns out, our wrestling styles and backgrounds were almost
exactly the same. We have both been wrestling off and on throughout the
years, when we could find opponents, and we wrestle the same submission style,
with pins thrown in too. We were wrestling again at 47 in an attempt to lose
weight and get in shape and we were introduced by a third party.
Barb showed me down the hall to an empty bedroom where the floor was covered
with exercise mats, with several large floor to ceiling mirrors covering the
walls. This is where we were going to wrestle.
We had talked on the phone several times prior to this meeting, so we were
familiar with each other's wrestling style and what we were both comfortable
wearing when we wrestled. Barb preferred to wear a thong and bra when she
wrestled while I preferred to wear a Speedo in my matches. We also discovered
that we both grunted a lot during a match, which is not real common in
wrestling, and we had a good laugh about that.
Barb pointed out the restroom where I went to change into my tight fitting
orange Speedo and when I came out, Barb was waiting for me in the wrestling
room, wearing a gray thong with a matching bra. At 190 pounds, Barb enveloped
the thong that she was wearing and her tummy was hanging down over the front.
I could see her tummy, hips and thighs shake when she walked and her breasts
were bouncing in her bra. Meanwhile, the Speedo that I brought to wrestle in
was unlined in front and I could see my cock outlined in the bathroom mirror.
I had grabbed the wrong Speedo to wrestle her in by accident! It wasn't my
intention to wrestle her in a skin tight Speedo in our first match.
We agreed to wrestle a one fall submission match, since we both weren't in
the best of shape, to test the waters, so to speak. Barb turned the ceiling
fan on, dimmed the bright light a little and dropped to her knees to face me.
The match was on.
We crawled toward each other slowly, cautiously, our eyes locked, each
looking for a take down move. Barb struck first, coming at me fast when we got
close and wrapping her arms around me in a bear hug. I returned the favor and
the struggle was on, and so was the first grunt, which came from Barb. I could
feel Barb's warm body pressing against me as we struggled, trying to put each
other on our backs. Barb had her head on my shoulder and I could hear her
grunting lightly when suddenly we went down, on our sides, facing each other.
The scramble was on, who could gain top position first? It was Barb, as she
used her weight against my chest to roll me to my back. I quickly countered and
continued rolling to my stomach to avoid a pin. Barb straddled my hips and
layed down against my back, using her weight to keep me down. Barb stayed
pinned against my back and then slid her right hand against my side and up my
body, under my right arm, locked in a half nelson and slowly and began to turn
me, grunting as she did so. She was better than I thought and now it was my
turn to grunt as I struggled to avoid going to my back.
As Barb slowly began to work the half nelson and turn me, her left nipple
slipped out of her bra and it was standing at attention. We were both grunting
now and with one loud “UGH” from Barb, she finished turning me to my back.
I lay on my back struggling wildly as Barb was wrestling me into position
for a submission. Our bodies were pressing and Barb's nipple was dancing
outside her bra. We were both grunting and groaning wildly at this point, with Barb
trying to keep me on my back while I was trying to wrestle off it. With our
bodies pressing and Barb's nipple exposed, I could feel myself getting an
erection, my cock stretching the front of my Speedo. There was no way around it,
we had even talked about it happening in one of our discussions on the
phone. Barb had mentioned that the few guys she had wrestled in the past had
usually gotten an erection during the match, but they kept to wrestling and their
erections didn't last long. She even laughed and said it was kind of erotic
to know that she could get a guy aroused wrestling. I laughed with her, but
didn't bother to mention that I usually kept my hardon throughout the match
once I got erect. Barb even mentioned that sometimes women get excited during a
wrestling match and that their nipples will stand erect in their tops. It
looked to me like Barb was a little excited because her nipple was hard and she
was making no effort to cover it up.
I was wrestling like crazy now, trying to wrestle off my back when I bridged
quickly and managed to unseat Barb, tossing her off balance and over my
head. I turned and went after her, on the offensive for the first time in the
match. She wasn't able to turn by the time I got to her and I immediately
wrapped my legs around her waist, locking a body scissors on from the back. Barb
began struggling as I crossed and then locked my ankles together in front of
her. We were in front of one of the large mirrors now and we could see
ourselves as we struggled against each other. I was watching Barb's breasts bounce in
her bra, watching her exposed nipple, when Barb and I made eye contact in
the mirror. I held her gaze as I noticed the thin line of perspiration
beginning to form above her upper lip and then I moved my hands to her beefy hips,
slid them up her sides, under her arms and locked on a full nelson with the
scissors hold. Barb grunted loud when I locked my hands together. I was holding
her arms straight up in the air and I could see her breasts bouncing
perfectly in the mirror. I was in control for the first time in the match.
I pulled Barb in tight, my boner pinned against her back as I worked her in
the nelson body scissors combination. We were both grunting freely now with
Barb letting out some loud, deep grunts as she continued to wiggle between my
thighs. Barb continued watching herself in the mirror and it looked like she
was enjoying seeing herself wrestle. I looked over her shoulder again to look
in the mirror and watched as both of her breasts popped out of her bra.
There was nothing that she could do about it, locked in the nelson like I had
her, arms straight up in the air. I thought she might want to stop the match,
but she didn't say anything about it and continued to try to wiggle free.
Barb was too thick around the waist for me to get a submission from her with
my scissors, so I began to try to move her to her back, still holding the
full nelson and scissors in place. If I got her to her back, I was going to go
for a straddle on her and work for a pin submission. I began to twist the
scissors and let out a loud grunt as I rolled her to her back, losing the full
nelson as I did so, but Barb knew what was coming. As soon as I got her on her
back, she turned into me, causing me to lose most of the pressure that I had
on the scissors. We were laying side by side, facing each other, her breasts
were exposed and my erection was standing straight up in my Speedo's, pinned
against her large belly as I tried to hang on to the body scissors. We lay
like this for several minutes, side by side, struggling against each other
when I decided to adjust my body scissors on her. I unlocked my ankles and then
slid my top leg up, trying to wrap around her breasts and scissor them, only
I couldn't budge my bottom leg because of her weight. I suddenly felt skin on
skin and when I looked down, the top of my erection had slid out of my
Speedo and was pinned against her tummy. Barb put her hand down and tried to push
me away, only her hand landed right on my erection. Instead of her becoming
angry that I was now wresting with an exposed erection, she slid her hand off
my boner and began pushing on my hip to try to break the hold. We struggled
like this for a while, with me trying to move my bottom leg to secure the
scissors while Barb did her best to push me away. I finally gave up on capturing
her in the scissors when Barb let out a loud grunt and pushed me to my back.
I immediately began to retreat, not wanting Barb to move on top of me again
in a mount. I was scrambling and Barb was coming after me quickly. Barb ended
up diving trying to get on top of me , stumbled and fell near my head. What
happened next happened fast. I was on my back and Barb ended up on her side,
facing me, with her hips near my shoulders. She reached out, grabbed my head,
spread her thighs and pulled my head between her thighs, capturing me in a
headscissors. Her ankles actually slapped together when she locked them. I
immediately began to panic. When you wrestle someone Barb's size, their thighs
can be devastating when they lock you up in a headscissors and I quickly found
that Barb's were no exception. Her large thighs literally swallowed my neck.
I quickly arched my back, trying to bridge out, to no avail. Her thighs were
locked on tight and I could see Barb checking out her hold in the mirror. I
continued struggling and grunting wildly while Barb layed there working her
thighs in the headscissors. Her thighs were wrapped around my neck more than
my head, which made it even more difficult because I didn't want to choke
myself out.
So here we lay on Barb's exercise mats, in her spare bedroom, with Barb's
thighs wrapped around my neck, me laying on my back, with the top of my
erection standing outside of the top of my Speedo, Barb on her side, facing me, her
large, milky white breasts exposed.
I was trapped and we both knew it. There was no way out. Escape was
impossible.
I reached up and tapped my submission on her hip.
It was round one for Barb with a perfectly executed headscissors submission.